The Griever Girl

Illegal Memory Slip?

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Thank you to all those who are giving me support for my stories, I love you all dearly. I am going to start clarifying a few facts about the Griever Girl. Yes, she is still you, but I will just add some specific details when I think it is needed. Ok, carry on!
---------------------------------She is not able to handle this!" A tall, husky, gray-bearded man said.
"You know as much as I do that she is clearly capable of the job. Not to mention that she is the only one to do so." A tall man with a long nose responded. Hm, he looks like a rat.
"Yes, but she is still my daughter. I still have some rights over the safety of my own blood." He shot back. Daughter? Wait, I still have a living parent?
"Mr.Radcliffe, we all are hesitant when making a decision as tough as this one, but this is for the sake of humanity." The rat-like man urged.
"Well humanity can go and get another person to do the job. My (Y/N) isn't going to undergo experiments and plausible death for this damned species." The man, who seems to be my father, raised his voice.
"Haven't you smart snobs realized that once we have placed ourselves into this situation, there is no way back out! The human race is damned for plague and death". Father angrily stated.
Ratman started pulling out a folder ,from his briefcase, labeled in big, bold letters:
THE GRIEVER GIRL
Subject A17

Ratman opened the folder and started reading off of it in a monotone voice and Ignored what my father said, as my father pours himself a whiskey.
"(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Radcliffe"
He continued,
"Born on June 6 ,of the year when we began to adapt to our new surroundings".
My father drank the shot of whiskey.
"Education has been kept at a regular base. GPA is higher than most girls her age now."
My father began ruffling his hair a bit impatiently.
"Her health is considered to be rare and mauled at these days. Or, if you would like the simpler term ,Mr.Radcliffe, your daughter is immune towards the Flare. But I believe you've already known that as of a few years ago, when you tried to flee from your job at W.I.C.K.E.D.".

What Flare? And what does it mean that I'm immune?
When he heard the last sentence, my father finally bursted and grabbed the whiskey bottle and threw it at the fireplace that was located at Ratman's right side. A small piece of glass softly landed on Ratman's white business clothing. Without taking his eyes off my furious father, he flicked the glass shard aside.
"I want you to leave. Right now!" Yelled my father. He pointed to the door , his vein popping.
"Mr.Radcliffe, why did you take a sample of your daughter?"
"Didn't you hear me a**hole?!"
"Why did you connect her to the viscous monsters you have created?" He asks calmly, as if my father's anger fit hasn't happened.
This time he has had enough.
Father began to clasp his hand onto Ratman's shoulder, but heavily armed people, bursted through the door and tackled my father to the ground. Father tried to escape their grasps, but he was outnumbered. I mentally smiled. Wait, why did I just smile?
"I believe I told you to not come in unless I ordered it" Ratman stated to the soldiers.
The one with a badge spoke up,
"Oh, the orders are not from you".
Ratman looked confused by his answer.
"Run that by me again" he ordered confusingly.
"As of now, you are no longer in charge of my division. Chancellor Ava Paige has directed you to HQ now. Apparently, an important meeting is suppose to take place today." Badge man answered. "I was going to tell you, earlier, but you stated to not enter unless granted permission. But alas, I could not wait any longer. I ordered my men to take down this", he looked down disgustingly at my father, " traitor before he harmed you."
"Ah, I see now." Replied Ratman. "Before you take charge I will like to speak to Mr.Radcliffe for a moment, and then I shall take (Y/N) to finally commence her part of training." Ratman added.
"Ofcourse, the latest being 10 minutes" Badge stated.
"Enough time" Ratman answered.

He began walking towards the struggling man as the soldiers began restraining him even more. Ratman squatted, enough to meet eye to eye with my father.
"You do realize that the variables have been counted, predicted, and recorded. Everything we believed will most likely to happen, has happened. And you have just completed another correct prediction. Nonetheless, we all know as to why you connected your daughter with those grievers , Mr.Radcliffe. Your plan will never work. Your abuse towards your daughter has shown her nothing but feel the urge to betray you at any moment. And for once, she will have a choice. A choice that we will arrange for her. She is going to be quite the variable. "

Ratman looked directly to where I am, only I am not physically there. Ratman picked me up. Wait what?
I then noticed something, I was a miniature griever. I literally switched my mind to a Griever. But I was a human little girl not too long ago. Oh god ,what has he created?

"This is a fine piece of artwork Mr.Radcliffe." Ratman complimented my father's artistic skills.
"The Grievers are fantastic, but this is impressive, from you of course . "
Ratman then sighed .
"It is a shame. We will deeply miss your exceptional contribution to our experiment. But you have greatly modified (Y/N)'s vision on decisions. She can now destroy something, while still being herself, while we modify her brain. After disposing of you, she can take over your place."
He started to stand up.

"And who knows, we can have our hero thanks to your absence of being a father."
He turned away and starting walking.

He stopped walking and turned back to him with a small smirk.

"That would be an intriguing reason as to why the human race was saved. Again, thank you for your contribution. You sir, have made this a lot more easier for us."

Ratman snatched the miniature Griever version of me up, and put me on his shoulder as he walked away from my father's house. All I could hear was my father's screams, and the original me whimpering.
What has happened ?
All of a sudden, my body jerked up as I sat straight up on the bed back at the glade. Only, it wasn't my bed, it was someone else's. I see a bowl of what seemed to be soup, and around 5 gladers supervising me.

"Guys! She's finally awake!"
"Klunk, a week of sleep and she still looks dead tired."
That's the final thing I heard as I start drifting back to a dark void.

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